I could see
the outline of TJ's throbbing boner through his athletic pants. In fact, they
were quite obviously tented, and it excited me to realize just how turned on he
got while administering discipline. I knew without a doubt that there was no
way he was going to walk away at this point without getting his rocks off.
After he had spanked my ass that day a few weeks ago in his room, he had then
brutally face-fucked me. Before he had even started, though, he was already
sporting a raging hardon. Clearly the thrill he got from administering
merciless discipline had a direct link to his sexual arousal.

Although I
could not help but get into the entire scene, seeing TJ in all his dominant
glory, I also felt a wave of pity wash over me for the pathetic victims who now
lay there defenseless and broken. TJ was riding on an unmatched rush of
victorious energy and was most definitely in a mood to celebrate, while at the
same time his enemies were crumpled up before him wallowing in the undeniable
reality of their own pitiable failures.

There was a
part of me that simply wished TJ would now drop the whole thing and let his
victims go. They were already defeated. They'd already lost miserably. I would
gladly provide TJ an outlet for his sexual release. In fact, it wasn't even a
matter of choice for me. If he wanted to use me, all he had to do was give me
an order and I knew I'd have to obey him.

When TJ
reached down to rub his bulge, I knew he was preparing to finally unleash the
beast. He had never made reference to having any desire to fuck another dude's
ass before, but here lay Kyle before him, a prime target. In all honesty I
don't think that butt-fucking was even something that appealed to TJ. It just
was too gay. But in this case, it appeared he was about to make an exception.
Really it came down to being a matter of principle. Kyle had bragged that he
was gonna fuck TJ up the ass, so now turn about was really fair play. Kyle was
about to experience the very same humiliating and painful treatment that he was
planning to deliver to TJ.

"Kyle,
when's the last time you took it up the ass?" TJ asked. He was speaking to Kyle
very casually, as if he was merely asking him about the weather. Of course Kyle
did not answer him. He was actually still whimpering and was now visibly
shaking. "I asked you a question, faggot!" TJ yelled. "When was the last time
you got your ass fucked?"

"Never!"
Kyle screamed. "I'm not a fag!"

TJ ignored
the last part of his answer. "Wow, a fag who has never had his butt fucked...hmm...
guess that'd make you a virgin. Well, at least you have a virgin ass." Ryan was
standing next to TJ laughing.

"You ready
to lose your cherry?" Ryan interjected.

TJ smiled
smugly. "Well, I don't know. I'm not sure I wanna shove my cock up your
shithole. I don't really like the idea of getting your faggot shit on my dick."
An expression of relief seemed to wash over Kyle's tormented face. "But then
again, if my dick does get shitty from bein up your poop chute, I could always
have you clean it for me afterwards."

"Please
TJ," Kyle screamed, "Please don't do it! I beg you!"

This was
the very first expression of submission that Kyle had made. He had remained
stubborn thus far throughout the ordeal, refusing to submit to TJ's authority.
He had remained stoic for nearly ten relentless minutes of violent
ass-whooping. He'd finally cried as his will was broken, but it honestly
surprised me to see him now finally reduced to begging for mercy.

TJ stepped
up behind Kyle's ass and stood there proudly. He maintained a poised and
dominant stance with his chest proudly puffed up and his broad shoulders pushed
back. He grabbed hold of the railings on either side of Kyle's body, and
gyrated his hips, mockingly demonstrating how easily he could rape his victim
if he so desired. Kyle's ass had been beaten so badly that it was now bright
red, and I couldn't even imagine how horrendous it would feel to him if he were
to now be fucked. I also had to wonder, if TJ did decide to fuck him, would it
end there? Would any of the other guys want to have a turn? Would this whole
thing turn into a gang bang free-for-all?

TJ then
turned to me and pointed to the ground next to him. "Get over here fag," he
ordered, and I immediately complied with his wishes and dropped to my knees.
Then right there in front of everyone he effortlessly slipped his track pants
and underwear down, exposing himself in all his jock glory. "Suck it!" he said,
"Get me nice and wet." And before I could even respond, he had a hold of my
head, shoving my mouth onto his cock. I opened and took his now-familiar
fuckpole down my throat as he groaned pleasurably.

I had to
wonder how this appeared to the other guys, particularly Mark and Ryan who had
not yet seen any of this. My primary focus, though, was to obey my Master.
Although I wanted it to feel incredibly good to him, I also knew my mission was
to lubricate his cock in preparation for his fuck, so I slobbered all over it,
getting it nice and slick. I bobbed up and down on his shaft about twenty or
thirty times while TJ dominantly stared down at me and the others looked on in
amazement. Finally he pulled out of me and then said, "Now get his hole ready
for me, bitch. Clean it good."

Ryan
responded to this order with shocked amusement. "Fuck, dude! Make him lick out
Kyle's ass! Oh man... that is so fuckin gross!"

I was
shocked myself, never having expected to be ordered to perform such a
disgusting and degrading act. My initial feeling was disbelief. This had to be
a joke. Why would TJ make me do such a thing after telling me just moments
before how good of a job I had done for him? Why would he punish me?

The reality
of the situation, though, was not that TJ was ordering me to lick out Kyle's
asshole as a punishment. He merely was horny and ready to fuck, and since he
had no lubrication with him, he simply made use of his fag. Of course he could
have ordered Trevor to perform the distasteful task, but I think that he was anxious
to ride the pony, and he didn't wanna go through another big ordeal with that
whiney-assed pussy. He knew by now that he could order me to do anything and I
would obey without question.

The only
problem was that this was entirely new to me. I had never stuck my face into
another guy's crack before. I had never tongued another dude's pucker. I could
only imagine what it was gonna smell and taste like, and the thought of it
nearly made me sick. What choice did I have, though?

Hesitantly
I slid myself over towards Kyle, apparently making a nasty face as I did so for
the guys all laughed uproariously. To say that I approached it with trepidation
would be a vast understatement, for the last thing on earth I wanted to do was
to get my mouth anywhere near that sweaty and most-likely smelly butthole. I
really didn't even want to touch it, for Kyle's ass looked so horridly red and
sore. The first thing I did was reach up and very gently place my hands against
the globes of his shiny red ass.

Kyle
visibly flinched as I did so, squirming uncomfortably against the vinyl bench.
Quickly I pulled my hands away, but TJ was insistent. "Do it! Get up there and
start lickin, bitch!"

As I placed
my hands back onto Kyle's ass cheeks, I slowly parted them, expecting to be
overcome by the smell of his shit. Surprisingly, though, it was not that
smelly. Certainly it didn't smell like a bed of roses, but he did not appear to
have recently taken a dump, and thankfully there were no cling-ons attached to
his butt hairs. Actually, he had very few hairs at all, almost as if he had
been shaved. His ass crack was clean and smooth, and it was a light pinkish
color, a vast contrast to the bright red shade of his butt cheeks.

I looked in
there nervously and saw how his hole made a tight pucker. It didn't appear to
be nearly big enough to accommodate anything as fat as TJ's cock. There was no
question that this was gonna be one tight fuck for TJ. Slowly I pulled his
cheeks all the way apart and slid my face right up next to his ass. I began to
lick the sides of his crack and once again heard TJ repeat his command, "I said
get in there! Get your tongue up that crack and lick it clean. Get it slobbery
wet, bitch!" Then he roughly placed his hand against the back of my head and
shoved me forward, pressing it roughly right into Kyle's crack.

Kyle was
squirming and pulling against his restraints as I began tonguing his hole. My
licking was slow at first, but as I continued I began to lap at it like a dog
taking a drink. The taste was a little bit pungent, but it was not as nasty as
I had expected. I began to shove my tongue deeper inside, making a circular
motion and trying as hard as I could to produce as much saliva as possible. I
wanted to please TJ by making it nice and slippery wet. He was standing there
watching and grinning, and he was stroking his slippery cock all the while.

Thankfully
TJ did not force me to continue this task for long. In fact, I don't think it
lasted more than a minute. "All right, that's enough!" he said, and I quickly
slid aside. I felt so embarrassed and humiliated, knowing that five jocks had
just watched me lick out a dude's asshole. Actually it was six if you counted
Trevor who was still lying on the ground in a fetal position.

"Fuck him!"
Ryan yelled. "Fuck his pussy ass!"

TJ then
slid his pants and underwear the rest of the way down and removed them. He
turned back to me. "One more suck, bitch," he said, and I took him in my mouth
again. He was so amazingly hard. I'd have honestly been happy if he simply had
allowed me to continue to suck his cock until he busted a nut, but of course he
had another mission in mind.

He pulled
out of me quickly and stepped over directly behind Kyle. He was holding his
cock firmly with his right hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around the base,
pointing it right at Kyle's hole. "Get ready, faggot!" he said to Kyle. "Enjoy
the fuckin ride!" His cock was snugly sliding between Kyle's cheeks and
obviously pressing against the tight little pucker. TJ thrust forward just
slightly, enough only to penetrate Kyle's hole with his cock head. Kyle bucked
wildly on the bench and screamed in agony. TJ smiled wickedly.

Then he
grabbed a hold of Kyle's hips and drove it home, burying himself instantly
balls-deep in Kyle's ass!

"Fuck
yeah!" shouted Ryan as the Mark and Brian cheered. Paul had gotten surprisingly
quiet, but stood there smiling with his arms folded across his chest. TJ was
loving the rush of power that he now felt, and he shouted triumphantly.

"Take it
bitch!"

Kyle was
screaming and crying. "No! Oh my god! AHHHH!"
I saw that he was clenching his fists tightly, and his facial expression
was one of sheer and utter agony.

It had
surprised me how much of a turn-on it had been for me to watch Trevor and Kyle
get their asses spanked, but that really was no comparison to what I now was
seeing. TJ looked like a total god as he stood there lording over his conquest.
He laughed evilly as he watched Kyle squirm helplessly beneath him. And then he
began to fuck.

It was an
amazing sight to see TJ standing there bare-assed, fucking Kyle. I watched from
behind as TJ's ass muscles tightened with every thrust. He was still wearing
his sneakers, and he frequently pushed his legs upward as he pounded Kyle's
ass, rising on his tip-toes. As he got more and more into it, he released
Kyle's hips and grabbed hold of the metal railings on either side of the bench.
This was when he went for broke and began fucking ass wildly.

Kyle had
stopped sobbing but was gasping desperately for breath. Perhaps the pain had
started to subside, or perhaps he was on some level experiencing at least some
physical pleasure from this. I had read that anal sex could be pleasurable for
males, even if they were on the receiving end. But this was nothing more than a
rape, and I didn't think that any degree of physical stimulation would lessen
the humiliation of what Kyle was experiencing.

TJ
continued to ram into Kyle for the next ten minutes, and several times I
thought he was close to achieving a climax, but he seemed to be deliberately
prolonging it. As he would get close, he'd slow down a bit, but he never once
removed his cock completely from Kyle's hole.

There was
no doubt when TJ finally approached that incomparable point-of-no-return. He
opened his mouth slightly and moaned, releasing what sounded almost like a
triumphant growl. Then he thrust his hips violently forward, burying his cock
all the way as he firmly gripped the railings with both hands. "Unnngh!" he
moaned, "Take it bitch!"

Mark and
Ryan high-fived one another as TJ remained steadfastly in position. He stayed
buried until he'd completely finished draining himself. Then he sighed as he
relaxed and pulled out. Kyle's body trembled and slumped forward on the bench.
TJ then walked over to where Kyle's jeans and underwear were thrown on the
ground. He picked up the boxer briefs and used them to wipe the slime off his
dick. "Who's next?" he asked, and without hesitation Ryan stepped forward.

"Wait,"
said Paul, "That's enough! I think he's learned his lesson. I think we took
this far enough."

"What?"
said Ryan indignantly. "What are ya fuckin talkin bout, man? This shit is
exactly what Kyle was gonna do to Teej. He deserves it."

"Yeah, I
agree," said Paul, "and he got what was comin to him, but it's over. TJ won! He
fucked him good, and that's enough."

"We can go
if you want," said Brian. He looked over apologetically to TJ. "Dude, let's
just leave," he said to Paul.

"No, I'm
not leavin yet. TJ, don't you think he's had enough? Look at him. He won't be
fuckin with you any more. I'm sure he's learned his lesson."

Kyle stared
down at the ground, really the only option he had in his position. "Yeah," he
whimpered quietly.

"What?"
said TJ. "I can't hear ya."

"Yes!" Kyle
said louder. "I learned my lesson."

"Yes,
what?" said TJ, egging Kyle on and further adding to his humiliation.

"Yes, sir," said Kyle reluctantly, his voice
almost a whisper. TJ laughed.

"All
right," said TJ. "I don't care, let him go. It's up to you guys. If you want to
fuck him first, go ahead. If not, untie him."

"Well I wanna fuck him!" Ryan demanded.

"Are you a
fag or something?" Paul countered. "Go find a bitch somewhere to fuck. Why do
you wanna shove your dick up some other dude's ass anyway?"

"Well TJ
just did!"

"Just shut
the fuck up and untie him," TJ ordered. "I fucked his ass and I'm no fag. I
fucked him cuz he's a pussy, and I fuck pussy!" TJ then turned to me and
pointed, "This is a fag. If you want, I'll make him blow ya. Will that make ya
happy?"

"Dude,
you're startin to piss me off," TJ said. He was now in the process of pulling
his pants back on. "He's my fag, and if I decide he's gonna do something, he
does it."

"TJ," Brian
interjected, "this was so awesome. Let's not ruin it with a stupid argument.
Let Ryan and Mark use Trevor if they want. Give Jason a break for once."

TJ glared
at Brian. "What the fuck? I gave him a break a minute ago when I let him suck
my dick. He's a fag. He loves it."

"Make
Trevor blow Ryan...please." Brian repeated his request. "Let Kyle go and make
Trevor learn how to suck cock. He's obviously a fag too. That way you'll have
two slaveboys."

TJ looked
over at Brian pensively. It was almost like a light bulb went off in his head.
He cocked his head to the side and frowned, as if thinking it over. "Yeah,
that's not a bad idea," he said. "But I think I should maybe make my fag teach
him the right way to do it. After all, I've already got him trained pretty
good."

"We'll take
Jason with us now, and we'll meet you over at your house later. Is that cool?"

"Ahh, okay
I see where this is goin. All right, go ahead and take the fag. Have fun. Be
over at my house at say five o'clock
tonight."

"Cool,"
said Brian. "Come on, Jason, let's go."

I followed
Brian and Paul over to their car and got in the backseat. As I looked back I
saw Ryan walking over to Trevor and kicking him roughly in the side. I was kind
of glad I didn't have to stick around to watch the rest.

The ride
back into town was surprisingly quiet, and all the way there I kept replaying
in my head images of what I had just seen. For the past two days I had known
that TJ was strategizing and that when everything came together he would
dominate Kyle in a way that would ultimately establish his status as the Alpha
male. It all had worked out exactly as TJ had planned. Kyle fell helplessly
into TJ's trap, and as I had expected, he was mercilessly crushed.

During the
actual event, when TJ was spanking and then finally fucking Kyle's ass, I had
allowed myself once again to become overtaken by the intense and powerful
sexual arousal that had swept over me. Every one of us who was there had
allowed ourselves to feed off of one another's erotic excitement. What
frightened me so much now, though, was the realization that this frenzy into
which we had been sucked was entirely at the expense of our victims.

I knew that
I had not so much as laid a finger on either Kyle or Trevor, yet my role in
their humiliation was undeniable. I had been an active participant in the plan.
I had cheered and shouted as they were sadistically tortured in front of me. I
had set the stage for all that had happened. It was I who had delivered Kyle
right into TJ's hands.

I kept
seeing flashbacks of Trevor. His face was so twisted up in agony. He was so
overcome with fear and panic. Then I had turned and walked away from the scene
just as he was about to face the worse part of his personal ordeal. Lord only
knows what the three jocks were doing to him even now as I sat comfortably in
the backseat of Paul's car making my convenient exit.

But then, I
did not even know what was in store for myself. The exchange between Brian and
TJ as we were leaving was a mystery to me. What had TJ meant when he told the
guys to "have fun"? If they'd planned to use me and force me to serve them
sexually, why hadn't they simply done so back there on Beer Can Hill? Certainly
they appeared to have been aroused and pumped up. Surely it would have been no
big deal for them to whip out their dicks and shove them down my throat or up
my ass. After all, we all had just watched TJ do exactly that.

So why were
they taking me away with them, and where was it that we were going? Why had TJ
and the other two jocks stayed behind with Kyle and Trevor? What exactly were
they gonna do with them? It wasn't as if TJ could just send Kyle on his way. No
matter what so-called evidence TJ had to hold over Kyle's head, be it in the
form of video tapes or eye witnesses, he would never be absolved from the crime
he'd just committed. He had brutally raped Kyle.

I was
feeling so much remorse and guilt for all of this. I honestly felt as if I may
become physically ill. Instead of feeling pumped up and excited by that my
Master had been victorious once again, I felt instead like I was possibly on
the wrong side of this war for dominance. Maybe I should not have betrayed
Kyle. Maybe I should have seized the opportunity to help him defeat TJ. After
all, if he had succeeded, I may just have freed myself from TJ's control. As it
appeared now, though, I was gonna remain TJ's slave forever.

I sat there
quietly in the back seat allowing myself to become overwhelmed by the
incredible feeling of deflated enthusiasm. The ride back down to town was
certainly a major contrast to the anticipation I had felt a couple hours prior
as we were driving up to Beer Can Hill. I sort of wished I could simply turn
back time and do this whole thing over again. I wished I could roll it back a
few months to the days when I was secretly fantasizing about TJ and merely
imagining what it would be like to be intimate with a guy like him.

My life
really was in a state of total ruin. TJ was draining my entire life savings
from my bank account at his whim. He had made me his personal sex slave as well
as his chore boy. I did all of his laundry for him, cleaned his bedroom and
bathroom, and even worshipped his feet. He had pimped me out repeatedly to his
buds, constantly reminding me that I was nothing more than a hole for his
personal use.

It had
gotten to the point where I had accepted my lot in life. I realized that my
status was one of inferiority. I knew I was born to serve superior men like TJ.
I knew that I was submissive and he was Dominant. I knew that he was the type
of guy who was born with a birthright that entitled him to privileges I would
never know or understand. But as I sat there alone in that backseat, this
acceptance did little to assuage my feelings of self-pity. Perhaps it was that
as I thought about how the wills of Kyle and Trevor had so clearly been broken
and in such a public way, I honestly related to how they felt. I knew that they
were likely to never recover from what they'd been through. They now were
slaves just like me.

"Are you
all right?" Paul was saying. At first I did not even realize that he was
talking to me, but as I looked up into his rearview mirror I saw that he was
staring at me. He must have seen the tears rolling down my cheeks. I nodded
silently.

"What's
wrong?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Oh... oh,
it's nothing," I whispered. "I'm sorry, sir."

"I
shouldn't have let TJ do that to you," Paul said to me. "The way he made you
lick out Kyle's—"

"No, it's
not that," I interrupted him. "Really, I'm just ... well... I guess I really am
just a stupid fag. I just get emotional and shit. I should be happy right now.
The plan worked. TJ beat that asshole Kyle just like I wanted. I've always
hated Kyle, and he deserved it."

"Yeah,
maybe," Paul said, "but what do you think is gonna happen if Kyle tells anyone
about this?"

"Kyle will
never tell anyone," Brian interjected. "Like do you think he's gonna go to the
police or something with it? What's he gonna say?"

"He's gonna
say that he was kidnapped and raped," Paul stated matter-of-factly. "And if he
does, we're all in deep shit."

"But it was
Kyle's plan to do this same exact shit to TJ. All of us heard him admit that.
He even built that cage thing in his truck, and he paid us all bribes."

"Yeah, and
just maybe we will be lucky and he'll be too humiliated to tell anyone. It's
his word against all of ours, and he probably will never want anyone else to
know. But what is even scarier is the idea that he's probably gonna want
revenge even more so now than ever before, and all six of us are now a target."
Paul looked over from the driver's seat to his passenger, raising his eyebrows
decidedly.

"Whatever.
I'm not worried," Brian said, seeming to be trying to convince himself more
than anyone. "Kyle is such a cocky asshole. It was so funny to see him brought
down like that."

"Why is it
that you hate Kyle so much for being cocky like that when TJ is the exact same
way?"

"Cause TJ
is cool. He's for real, man. Kyle's just a wannabe. Kyle has always been crazy
jealous of TJ, and that's why he's always tried to pick fights with him. If he'd
just left TJ alone, none of this would have ever happened."

"What about
you, Jason?" Paul asked. "What do you think of this whole thing?"

I sat there
for a moment, surprised that someone like Paul would even care about my
opinion. He knew I was just a faggot slave, and he'd even used me as one
himself, so why was he now asking me what I thought? "I don't know, sir. I
guess it's not really for me to say. I just do what I'm told to do."

"Bullshit!"
said Paul emphatically. "I'm asking you your opinion. If I didn't think it
mattered, I wouldn't ask."

"No
offense, sir, but did it really matter to you what I thought when you were
getting head from me?"

Brian
laughed, but Paul just stared back at my reflection in his mirror. "Dude, I
know you wanted that. You practically begged me for it, and if I didn't think
you wanted it so bad, I wouldn't have gone through with it. You even paid me a
hundred bucks."

I felt my
face getting red again. "Yeah... I mean... um... yes, sir. But TJ did order me to do
it. He made me pay you."

Paul
sighed. "Well let's just forget about that, okay? I'll even give you your money
back if you want." I shook my head. "Just tell me what you think. I really
wanna know."

"I think
that it is so sad," I said, and I again felt like I was on the verge of tears.
"I keep remembering Trevor lying there all crumpled up like that. I wonder what
they're doing to him now."

"Don't you
think Trevor is kind of like you? He's kind of a follower, I mean. I think he
sort of worships Kyle the same way that you do TJ."

I nodded.
"Yeah, it could have been TJ and me who were lying there like that instead of
Kyle and Trevor."

"Exactly!"
said Paul. "But don't worry about Trevor. He'll be all right. He's probably
gonna be in fag heaven... just like you were when you blew me. I mean, Ryan's got
a fuckin horse cock. I've seen it in the locker room." Brian and Paul both
laughed and I smiled in spite of myself. "They're just gonna make Trevor blow
him, and maybe Mark too. It really won't be bad for Trevor. He'll probably
actually end up enjoying it."

"Maybe. I
mean I'm sure he would if he hadn't just gotten his butt beaten so bad like
that. What did you guys mean when you told TJ to make Trevor another one of his
slaves?"

"TJ's been
talking about wanting a second slave," said Brian. "I figured that if he had
Trevor, it might make things easier on you. It might also be the perfect way
for TJ to get the final victory over Kyle. Trevor is Kyle's boy, and it'll kind
of be like TJ is stealing him from Kyle."

"Oh, I
see," I said. "Well, I don't really think Kyle is gonna tell anyone about
anything. He'll be too embarrassed. But I do hope he just drops it. I don't
want there to be another plot. As far as I'm concerned Kyle doesn't have to
prove anything to anyone. He'll probably kick my ass the first chance he gets
though."

"No he
won't, Jason," Paul assured me. "I won't let him. I promise."

I smiled at
him. "Thanks." I couldn't figure out why he was being so nice to me. "Why would
you protect me? I don't get it."

Paul
shrugged. "You give great head, dude. That was the best blowjob I ever had."

I felt so
embarrassed as he said it, yet at the same time I was instantly aroused. I also
was a little bit proud of myself. "Really?" I smiled again.

"Well yeah,
why do you think you're with us now? We both need to bust a fuckin nut. We're
goin over to Brian's house so you can blow us."